Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2016 17:37:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 18

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The Prince and his Harem Part 18

A plan.


The young prince needed a plan to stop the boy slave trade in his
princedom, the Jewel of the Gulf.

"Any ideas?" Hamed asked his team, the tech team, as they sat under the
palm trees in the oasis near his villa.

The day before, Frankie, the American tech whizz had been able to break
into the correspondence of anyone that they needed to hit. The first break
was into Sheikh Fahed's personal email account. Fahed owned and ran an
illicit slave market called The Place. Hamed had bought his "slaves" from
there. Ivan, Igor, Rasheed and Imre had all been paraded naked, young boys
who had been kidnapped from their homes and brought here to the princedom
to be sold to sheikhs who liked to fuck boys.

The boys sat naked now, some boners showing, especially Imre's, the
Nigerian boy. Igor and Ivan had their arms around each other. Rasheed, the
Turk, who had developed deep emotions for Frankie, sat next to the
American, swelling with pride at Frankie's IT abilities.

Last evening, after their breakthrough, Rasheed and Frankie sat on
Frankie's bed and kissed for the longest time, but Rasheed had felt that
Frankie wasn't as jubilant as he should have been.

"What's the matter, Frankie?" Rasheed had asked. "Feeling homesick?"

"There's always that," Frankie confessed, "but it's just that I feel a bit
down."

"Why, baby? We have broken into Fahed's account. We should celebrate."

"Rashi," Frankie gazed at his lover's face, "tell me something. I need to
know."

"Know what?" Rasheed said encouragingly, placing his hand on the inside of
Frankie's thigh and slowly rubbing up and down. This had always made
Frankie shiver all over, anticipating the intimacy of Rasheed's hand
caressing his balls and dick.

"Maybe nothing serious, man," Frankie hesitated. "Oh, fuck, forget it."

"No, no," Rasheed said, kissing Frankie's neck and grabbing the American's
cock. "Tell me. I love you, Frankie. You can tell me."

Frankie looked down at his cock being fisted and stroked by the Turk.

Without looking up, he said: "Imre said that my cock was too small. Is this
so important? I mean I have never thought that I had a small penis. I..."

"Oh, man, I'm going to kill that bastard. Just because his dick is big
doesn't mean that he can put down others. Listen, baby," Rasheed squeezed
Frankie's cock. "I told you I loved you: your lips, your body, your ass,
AND your fucking dick."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Actually, I don't go for big penises. Besides, yours is not
small. Get that out of your head."

"But it is, Rashi. Look at your fucker! It's twice my size. You couldn't
even fuck me!"

"Tell you what. Get online and let's check penis sizes. By the way, how big
is this lovely cock of yours?"

"Maybe six inches... ah, 15 centimeters."

The two boys went online to discover that an average man dick was indeed
six inches.

"See?" Rasheed smiled at Frankie. "It's not small."

"Yea, average!"

"But I love it, you wimp. Don't you care that I love your cock?"

"Oh, man. You are so hung."

Actually, Rasheed was hung. At 26 centimeters, his cut cock was a killer
tool. But with a lot of cajoling and kissing, Rasheed got Frankie
interested enough to ride his ass and fuck him.

"Feel better?" Rasheed asked Frankie as they lay next to each other, naked
and exhausted.

Frankie nodded, retaining some self-confidence. Rasheed had moaned and
groaned under him as he fucked the Turk. It had felt so great, being inside
his lover, thrusting and melting into his lover, filling his lover's body
with his juice, making them one.

"Don't you want to fuck me, too?" Frankie wrapped his leg over Rasheed's
crotch feeling the huge tool under his thigh muscle.

"We tried, baby," Rasheed said, kissing Frankie. "You're too tight."

"No, I'm not tight. Ivan has fucked me in the oasis, remember? You are very
big, sure. But that doesn't mean we should stop trying. I want you inside
me. I need you inside me. Please, Rashi, let's try again."

After a lot of preparation, Rasheed had entered Frankie's ass that
night. Frankie was in agony. He had felt that he was being split in
half. It felt as if there was a huge pipe invading his body. But he had
taken it. He loved the Turk and he needed to prove to him that he did.

"Oh, how I love you," Rasheed groaned, his cock still buried inside
Frankie's ass, flexing and dripping the last of his huge load.

"Stay inside me, baby," Frankie was moaning into the pillow. "Don't pull
out. Oh, god, keep your cock inside me. Just don't pull out."

In spite of the extreme pain, Frankie took Rasheed inside him a second
time, and a third. He was so sore that he couldn't squeeze his rim muscle
without fighting to smother a scream.

"So you guys are now a couple?" Imre asked Frankie and Rasheed when he
noticed their body language towards each other. "You're fucking the
American, aren't you, Turk?"

"Oh, stuff it," Rasheed glowered. "Let's concentrate on Hamed's plan."

"Ok," Hamed said reflectively. "There is my uncle. We need to find a way to
keep him out of this. I love him. He has taken care of me since my parents
died."

"How are you going to do that?" Igor asked. "Your uncle is pretty thick
with Sheikh Fahed and all the others."

"I know," Hamed said. "But we need to do something to spare him."

"I don't see how we can do that," Igor protested. "After all, he's in it to
his ears, or his balls I should say."

"No matter," the prince insisted. "My uncle is to stay safe. We'll find a
way. Also Sheikh Ramzi."

"WHAT?" screamed Imre, his eyes went wild.

"Shhh," Hamed waved to Imre to lower his voice. "Imre, my baby, think. We
need power. Ramzi is powerful as Minister of Interior. We need him."

"Damn it, Hamed," Imre protested. "When will I ever stop having to fuck his
slimy ass?"

"You will fuck him for as long as we need him, slimy or not," Hamed glared
at Imre.

"I'd rather fuck Frankie," Imre smiled and winked at the American.

"My ass is Rasheed's," Frankie smiled back, happily, now confident about
his dick size and about his ability to take Rasheed's big cock into his
ass, wrapping an arm around Rasheed's waist, drawing him closer.

Hamed was in confusion. His love for his uncle and wanting to protect him,
as well as his realization of the importance to protect Sheikh Ramzi, were
keeping him anxious and stressed. He needed to find a way, and soon.

Ignoring Imre and Frankie's banter, the young prince closed his eyes and
sighed. "We still have some time before Frankie goes back to the
States. Let's collect more evidence and meanwhile devise a sound and
effective strategy."

Later in their room, Rasheed kissed Frankie, hugging him. "Don't leave,
baby."

"I have to go home, Rash," Frankie shivered at the kiss. "I have to go to
college. But if Hamed wants, I can always come here for breaks and
vacations."

The serious Turk had tears running down his face cheeks, surprising
Frankie. "I just can't bear the idea of losing you. I will be so lonely."

"There are the boys and the prince. There's Imre's big cock," Frankie joked
trying to lighten the tension. He had strong feeling for Rasheed, love
even, and he hated the idea of having to return to the States. New York
seemed so far away, so cold.

Rasheed gave Frankie one of his rare laughs, a sad laugh. He was going to
miss the smart American, but this was life. You usually lost the ones you
loved. He grabbed Frankie, laid him on the bed, stripped him and rode his
cock, sucking every drop of his semen into his body, as if needing to store
as much of his lover inside him as possible.

Day after day, the boys collected evidence, both from emails and from the
camera hidden in The Place. Every evening, they would hold council in the
oasis, posting one of them as guard to check if Omar the eunuch was
snooping on them. Then, they would build a fire, shed off their clothes,
and fuck. It didn't matter who was with whom. When not together, the boys
usually coupled: Ivan and Igor, Frankie and Rasheed, and Hamed and
Imre. But in the oasis, they just had sex.

"Frankie, please let me fuck you," Imre whispered to the American one
evening.

Rasheed was involved with Hamed, plugging the prince's ass with his huge
cock. Frankie glanced at them and his heart ached. He still was not totally
used to the idea of having free sex. He had always believed in sticking to
one partner. But here, he marveled at the way the boys conceptualized the
idea of sex as separate from love. Imre loved Hamed but wanted to have sex
with Frankie.

The Nigerian rubbed his erection on Frankie's thigh. With a sigh, Frankie
gave in. Imre was elated. Lying on his belly on the carpet covering the
sand, Frankie offered his butt. The black boy mounted him.

Frankie's rim muscle stretched and stretched against Imre's invading
monster cock. With a lot of lubricant and grunting and pushing, Imre
finally penetrated the ass ring. Frankie's scream echoed in the desert.

"What the fuck?" Hamed jumped from under Rasheed's embrace. "Imre? What are
you doing? Get off Frankie. NOW!"

Imre stilled on top of the whimpering Frankie, his cock fully buried inside
the American. He looked sideways at Hamed.

"He wanted me," the Nigerian said. "He wanted my cock up his white ass."

Groaning, Frankie managed to say to the prince, "Ok, Hamed. It's ok. I let
him. Ok. God, he's big."

"I know he's big, Frankie. He fucks me almost every day and every time I
scream."

"Imre, stay still. Take it easy," Frankie begged as he felt the big cock
throbbing inside his body. "Don't fucking move."

"You hurt him, Imre, and I swear to the Almighty that I'm going to strangle
you."

Imre just smiled and grinded against Frankie's butt. Then he slowly pulled
out, centimeter by centimeter, the whole 28 centimeters. Frankie's hole
squeezed shut as soon as Imre's cock slid out, but immediately Imre pushed
back in. Again Frankie screamed.

The other four boys stopped their fucking and stood watching Imre plow
Frankie's ass. Every time he pulled out, it seemed that his cock shaft
would never end. Then he would push back in. Frankie buried his head into
his arm and tried not to scream loudly, but he couldn't stop his
moaning. This lasted for a short while until Imre thrust one last time and
froze spilling his semen inside Frankie. When after what seemed like an
eternity to Frankie, Imre finally pulled out, his cock dripping cum, a huge
smile on his cute black face.

"Ah, American boy, I finally got your ass."

The Nigerian boy stood, naked, triumphant, and completely satisfied with
finally doing what he had desired for and lusted after ever since he laid
his eyes on Frankie's butt back in New York.

"Oh, God, I think I will not be able to be fucked for years. Oh, my ass,
oh, fuck!" Frankie groaned, his whole body on fire.

Rasheed went over and held the trembling Frankie. "Are you sure you are ok,
baby? Why did you let him fuck you?"

"I had to," Frankie sobbed. "You are big, too, but you fuck so
sweetly. Every time you enter me the pain quickly changes to extreme
pleasure. I feel as if we were one body. I feel my Rashi is really inside
me, that he really loves me, not just with his cock but also with his heart
and soul. With Imre, it is totally different, baby. His fucking is full of
lust. Imre is more sexing my ass than actually loving me. And I feel the
same for him. He felt like a huge rod ramming into me, giving me incredible
body sensations, but that's it. Once he's done, he's done. I am left with a
tingling and sore ass."

Frankie breathed deeply. All the while Rasheed was gazing at this lover of
his as he spilled his guts out.

Before coming here, Frankie had never had any real experience with men. Now
he sat there, just been fucked by the biggest man cock any one had seen.

"It's ok. You're doing fine, Frankie. I love you, man," Rasheed held
Frankie tightly and kissed him.

"That was some fuck," Imre gloated, prancing about, his semi-hard cock,
dangling snake-pike over his boy nuts. "The American is tight. He milked me
for every drop in my balls."

"You're so classy, Imre," Igor sneered. "I think Frankie is the bravest
among all of us."

The boys settled, reaching for the food and fruit that Omar had brought
some time before. Omar had stayed and watched the Frankie fucking.

As the boys joked and laughed around the fire, Frankie thought that he saw
some movement in the corner of his eye. It wasn't fully dark yet and
Frankie wasn't sure about the flick that he thought he saw in his
peripheral vision. Instinctively, he turned around, shocked to see Omar
holding a knife in one hand and creeping silently toward Hamed.

"Hamed," Frankie instantly screamed. "Look out! THE EUNUCH!"

The scene froze.

With a lurch, Omar reached Hamed and, screaming at the top of his voice,
struck.